Amanda gradually became aware of a gentle hand resting on her belly, recognizing it as her Mistress's hand as her deep blue eyes slowly fluttered open. Almost immediately, she began to sob, feeling confused and vulnerable as the adrenaline and endorphin high wore off and her hormones crashed. She didn't remember falling asleep in Olivia's arms, but she was glad that she was still there. Amanda was known to unexpectedly slip into subdrop from time to time, and today was no different. Olivia cuddled Amanda close to her heart.
"That's my good girl. I'm right here with you, my love. My precious angel. I know that was intense, I'm so, so proud of you for being so brave and strong. It was just a scene, you're safe right here in my arms and I love you so, so much. You're my good girl. Just cry it out. Such a good girl." Olivia soothed lovingly, cuddling her beloved submissive in her arms as she gently stroked Amanda's long blonde hair.
Amanda sobbed for a while until she began to calm and snuggled down into Olivia's arms, needing the security of Olivia's strong arms around her.
"Let's get some more water into you, sweetheart. It will help." Olivia brought the bottle of water to Amanda's lips.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss." Amanda obediently drank the water.
"Does anything still hurt?" Olivia asked with loving concern.
"My shoulders and my thighs ache." Amanda sniffled.
"Okay, let's put you in the hot tub and let you soak for a while. The warmth will help your muscles. I'm going to put you over my lap, okay? I'm just going to check and make sure you're alright. I'm just going to look." Olivia assured her as she gently flipped Amanda over her lap in the familiar position. Amanda whimpered, but didn't fuss.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss."
Olivia carefully examined Amanda's thighs, relieved to find nothing beyond the normal marks she would expect to find after a scene like the one they had just done. Olivia helped Amanda step into the hot tub and Amanda sighed happily as the warmth soothed her body. Olivia stripped out of her clothes and joined Amanda in the hot tub. Amanda immediately found her place in Olivia's arms leaning against Olivia's chest.
"That's my good, sweet angel." Olivia soothed, gently stroking Amanda's long blonde hair.
"I love you." Amanda leaned into Olivia's affection.
"I love you, my princess. More than anything. I got an interesting text while you were sleeping." Olivia replied.
"Oh? It wasn't work, was it?"
"No, it wasn't work. I threatened Fin's badge if he calls us while we're on vacation. It was a text from the front desk. Remember Rafael, the submissive we took to the aftercare rooms?"
"Oh, yeah. Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine. Interesting stuff, though. The Nanny he was with has been issued a Code Purple and they offered to let me administer it. Would that make you uncomfortable if I took their offer?" Olivia asked. She would turn down the offer if Amanda objected.
"Can I watch?" Amanda asked excitedly. Receiving punishment from Olivia was painful and no fun at all, but watching Olivia dish out punishment to others was hot. Olivia laughed.
"Of course you can. It'll be in the auditorium, anyone who wants to watch can watch."
"It doesn't make me feel insecure, if that's what you're asking. I know I'm yours and you're mine. That woman deserves a sound punishment, and I know from personal experience that you know exactly how to deliver." Amanda smiled.
"True. I'll text them back and let them know I'm in." Olivia reached for her cell phone.
"I'm starting to feel like a lobster. I'm getting out- I mean, can I get out?" Amanda quickly corrected herself.
"Good girl. Yes, you can get out and get dressed in your white tank top and black skirt. After I'm dressed, we'll go down to the dining hall and get a proper meal for you." Olivia instructed.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss."
Olivia attached Amanda's leash to her collar and led Amanda through the halls of the resort to the dining hall. Amanda dropped to her knees at Olivia's feet and Olivia fed her by hand. Amanda ate happily until Olivia tried to feed her a forkful of sauerkraut. Amanda had never tried it before and wasn't sure if she was going to like it and she hesitated for a few seconds too long.
"Open your mouth, baby." Olivia instructed.
"I don't want it, Ma'am." Amanda pulled back on her leash.
Olivia sighed, set the plate down, and guided Amanda across her lap, flipping up Amanda's skirt and pulling down her panties. She raised up her strong right hand and brought it down sharply, being careful to only spank the fullness of Amanda's cheeks and avoid hitting the marks on her thighs that had been created during their scene.
"When I tell you to do something, you obey me the first time without talking back." Olivia scolded as she spanked.
"Yes, Ma'am! You're the boss!" Amanda yelped, blushing as she began to cry, knowing she was putting on quite a show for everyone in the dining hall.
After her spanking, Amanda slid to her knees at Olivia's feet and was fed a bite of sauerkraut. She chewed slowly and swallowed.
"Do you like it?" Olivia inquired.
"Yes, Ma'am." Amanda admitted with a light blush.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"See, all that fuss was for nothing." Olivia chided.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am." Amanda hung her head in shame.
"Good girl." Olivia picked up the glass of milk to give Amanda a drink.
The next afternoon, Olivia dressed in her favorite black and gray beaded corset, a black knee-length leather skirt with a slit in the side up to her hip, and black boots and got Amanda settled in her seat in the auditorium. Olivia leaned in and gave Amanda a passionate kiss.
"I love you. Be a good girl."
"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss. I love you." Amanda smiled, watching her sexy Mistress walk away as Olivia headed backstage.
"Madam Benson?" a Dungeon Monitor inquired.
"That's me." Olivia confirmed.
"She's all yours." the Dungeon Monitor motioned toward the cage, unlocked the door, and walked away.
Inside the cage sat a woman with chin-length blonde hair and baby blue eyes, naked except for her glasses. She looked up at Olivia and just by taking one look in her eyes, Olivia could tell that this woman was a brat and a half. This was going to be fun.
"I just did-"
"Be quiet," Olivia scolded sternly, taking control of the situation right from the start, "I'll let you know if and when I want to hear from you. My name is Madam Benson, but you will address me as Ma'am. You must be this Alex I've heard so much about, and I must say, what I've heard did not please me. I will not violate any of your hard limits, but I've been given a list of things you don't like, and I'm afraid you're going to be experiencing a few of them today as punishment for being such a naughty girl. While you're being punished, I want you to think about what you did to Rafael and the other submissives you've abandoned without aftercare. Maybe if you do that it will help you remember to do your job properly and administer proper aftercare to your clients. Really, you got lucky with me and should be grateful. Another Mistress might punish you and leave you without aftercare to teach you how it feels to be abandoned when you're high on adrenaline and endorphins. I will not do that, I will punish you and then see to it that you get the proper aftercare."
"He wanted the Ice Princess experience." Alex snapped with a fiery attitude.
"I said be quiet. If you speak out of turn again you will get an additional punishment on top of what is already in store for you. And I strongly suggest you adjust your attitude before I adjust it for you. I don't care if he wanted the Satanic Essence of Hell experience, as soon as you call scene over, the Ice Princess goes away and you show some damn compassion and respect. Submissives put their lives in our hands and trust us to care for their mind, body, and spirit, and you failed Rafael in a massive way. He hired you to be his Nanny, which means he hired you to guide him through little space, which means he requires even more constant supervision. What if my wife and I hadn't come across him and he had wandered outside onto the beach? In the state he was in, he could have drowned in the ocean and nobody would have known he was missing until it was too late because he is uncollared. You put Rafael's life in danger and there are going to be severe consequences for your actions. Do you understand? All I want to hear out of you is 'Yes, Ma'am' or 'No, Ma'am'."
"Yes, Ma'am." Alex tried and failed to get the upper hand by glaring at Olivia, but Olivia was more experienced and kept tight control.
"Now, come along. We better remove these, we don't want them to get broken from all the wriggling and sobbing you're going to be doing soon." Olivia commented as she reached into the cage, guided Alex out by her hair, and removed Alex's glasses.
Olivia led Alex by her hair out to the auditorium where a sea of people were waiting to watch Alex's punishment be administered. Amanda sat and watched with a dreamy look on her face, practically drooling over how attractive and powerful Olivia was. Alex tried to resist, but one sharp lick to her naked bottom with the riding crop in Olivia's hand put a stop to Alex's resistance and got her moving in the right direction.
"Tell everyone why you're being punished, naughty girl." Olivia ordered sternly.
Alex mumbled something inaudible, and Olivia used the riding crop to bring down one sharp lick on Alex's left breast with expert skill, making Alex yelp.
"Speak up. Everyone needs to hear what a naughty little girl you've been." Olivia commanded.
"I abandoned a submissive in subspace without aftercare." Alex growled defiantly, earning another lick to her other breast.
"Fix your voice and your face this instant. You may be feeling high and mighty now, naughty girl, but I promise you by the time we're done we'll have fixed that attitude of yours. First of all, I think we're going to teach those feet of yours a lesson to help you remember not to let the little ones in your care wander through the resort unsupervised, especially without sufficient aftercare."
Olivia locked Alex's ankles in the stocks. Alex wailed in pain as Olivia brought the crop down sharply on the soles of her feet. Olivia watched carefully to make certain that she delivered the maximum amount of pain without causing permanent harm. When the soles of Alex's feet were sufficiently cropped, Alex suddenly squealed in undignified laughter as Olivia tickled her sensitive soles.
"Oh, tickle, tickle, tickle, naughty girl." Olivia cooed teasingly.
"Don't talk to me like that!" Alex spluttered out through her squeals of laughter.
"I will talk to you any way I please, naughty girl. I am in charge here and you are a naughty little brat who is being punished for being such a naughty little girl. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I know a naughty girl who has very ticklish little feet." Olivia teased, dancing her nails across the soles of Alex's feet. Alex didn't like being talked down to and she hated tickle torture, so Olivia was going to use that to her advantage.
Alex was exhausted, panting heavily, whimpering and sobbing when Olivia finally stopped tickling her after what seemed like hours.
"Looks like somebody had a little accident on the floor." Olivia commented when she noticed the puddle that had developed underneath Alex. The audience watching the scene burst out laughing.
Olivia released Alex from the stocks, put a collar around Alex's neck, and attached a leash to the collar. She guided Alex down to her knees and rubbed Alex's nose in the mess, scolding her like a naughty puppy who was being potty trained and had messed in the house. Olivia guided Alex back to her feet, removed the leash and collar, and guided Alex over to a chair that had been placed in the center of the stage. Olivia sat down on the chair and, knowing full well that Alex didn't like the over-the-knee position, she pulled Alex over her lap.
"Let me up!" Alex sobbed, struggling to get up, but Olivia easily held her in place over her lap with Alex's bottom facing the audience.
"Sure, as soon as I'm done. Hmm, decisions, decisions, so many options." Olivia mused as she gently glided her hand across Alex's lily white bottom, teasingly pinching Alex's cheeks and making her squeal.
"I have it on good authority that you don't like wooden implements. Unfortunately for you, the only implement I have handy today to punish this naughty little bottom over my lap is this big wooden hairbrush. It seems rather appropriate, in Victorian times most Nannies had a nice, sturdy wooden hairbrush to keep their little ones in check. I'm sure you keep at least one in the resort's nursery. In fact, I believe this is the very same hairbrush you used to spank Rafael. This one is pretty heavy, it's probably going to sting your naughty little bottom quite good." Olivia commented, gently patting the hairbrush on Alex's bottom.
Alex gasped as she felt the weight of the hairbrush on her bottom and clenched her bottom in fearful anticipation. It was true, she didn't like wooden implements, and she especially hated the hairbrush.
"Now, now, we'll have none of that, naughty girl. I don't tolerate naughty little girls clenching their naughty bottoms and resisting their punishment. This is being done for your own good, I expect a soft, relaxed bottom to receive my attention. Relax your bottom or I'll have to help you." Olivia warned.